With nothing particularly emotional written on the page, she still found herself trying to fight the tears that rolled down her cheeks. Time had marched on without her, and she was bewildered by the idea of rewinding it to a time before, to meet the one she had never known.
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I used to chat with someone a long time ago, and between us, we would knowingly pretend that any thoughts we wrote in brackets couldn't be seen by the other. It was a way to let him read my mind, because they were words I was too shy to say out loud.
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